Page 46 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

I don't know all that much about theatre beyond what Kylie's taught me over the years, but I know good architecture—and this is a masterpiece. Their current piece uses modular rooms that move around the theatre, and visitors are able to walk through the rooms and interact with the set. It's almost like a haunted house, but it has this lived-in feel that I take notes on for what I ultimately want to do with the Threshold.

We have more space in New York, though, and I'm confident we're going to make something amazing.

"So, what did you think?" Delia asks as we leave the New Salem behind after dark, twinkle lights shining on the streets around us. "Was it everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?"

I grin, shaking my head. "I don't know how you expect me to create something on that level," I tell her honestly. "That place...did you design it yourself?"

"We've kind of added onto it ever since we started," she says. "I've brought in set designers to do the work over the years, but most of it isn't very...permanent, I suppose? I hope you can create something that won't break quite as often."

"I hope so, too," I laugh.

"We have complete faith in you," Quinn says, squeezing my shoulder. "Your designs are incredible; the Threshold will be too."

We all take Delia's van back to her property in the woods, and we find that the cast and crew of her show have already started the after-party. A bonfire burns in the center of the clearing, the cottages lit with twinkle lights and various art pieces, the moon and stars shining overhead.

Quinn loops an arm around my shoulder as we walk toward the party, and I look up at him in surprise. We haven't discussed going public with our relationship...but I have to admit that I would like to. The idea of him touching me like this in public, acknowledging that we're intimate, makes my heart soar.

We take a seat on a bench by the fire, settling in as Delia gives hugs to all the cast and congratulates them on another performance. The fire is warm, cicadas singing in the trees around us, and it reminds me of another night at the beginning of summer, the first night I talked to Quinn.

"What's on your mind?" he asks, his voice resonating in his chest.

I look up at him, biting my lip. "The wedding," I say. "You...you kind of saved me, Quinn."

The fire flickers in his glasses, catching on the copper tones in his skin and flecks of lighter brown in his eyes. He's so handsome; I can't believe I never noticed before.

"You seem to be perfectly capable of saving yourself, Madison," he says with a soft smile. "You just needed someone to talk to."

"I'm serious," I say. "I never got to thank you. You...you mean a lot to me."

His smile fades, and he moves his arm to cup my cheek. "You mean a lot to me, too."

Before we can continue, someone is thrusting a cup into each of our hands, and we look up to find Delia smirking down at us. "We're doing a toast to the Threshold Theatre, so this whole thing is going to have to wait," she teases, pouring red wine into our glasses. "And to think you were just telling me a week ago that nothing was happening..."

I give Quinn an incredulous look. "What is she talking about?"

Delia snorts. "I called this thing between you two, and Quinn was insistent that nothing was going to happen."

"When was this?" I ask, a smile creeping onto my face.

Quinn exhales a deep sigh. "...Monday."

"Monday," I repeat with a laugh. "Yeah...it was already happening Monday."

"Never say I don't know you," Delia says. "Anyway, up, up!"

We stand up, and I look around to realize that everyone is looking at the three of us. Delia clears her throat and glances at me and Quinn, and I have to wonder what's about to come out of her mouth.

"I know you haven't all met them yet, but I just wanted to welcome Quinn Young and Madison Sterling to the New Salem family and celebrate the creation of our brand new space in Greenwich Village," Delia says, projecting to reach everyone. There are at least two dozen people here, all gathered around, enjoying drinks and food and good company, and I don't think I would mind if my life looked like this for good.

My life with Quinn.

"These two have an amazing vision, and they're going to bring it to life," Delia continues. "So—here's to New Salem, to the Threshold, and to Quinn and Madison!"

Everyone in the circle cheers with us, and I go to take a sip of my wine, but Delia stops me.

"Hey!" she says. "Make sure to look people in the eye when you do a toast; otherwise you'll be cursed with bad sex for the rest of your life. Cross my heart."

Quinn snorts and gazes into my eyes. "Better do what she says," he mutters. "I think she might be a witch."

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